This is a song about "Red flowers"

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Bury them in flowers

Little latasha sho' grown

Asshole flowers, going home

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

I've become immune to you no name haters

Not only had the fiend died

Trees, flowers , sky and light

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.